Chapter 5 — Swing Party. - Part 1 (5)

We all returned to the living room and sat on the couches. The first time we met, we'd also sat in this living room, fully clothed and chatting nervously. The only difference now? We were all completely naked.

It was strangely amusing—five couples sitting bare, no attempt to cover anything. We sipped wine and beer, lightly chatting, laughing at our own boldness. But unlike the first conversation, this time our hands wandered—lightly stroking our partner's cock or pussy as we talked, brushing against each other's bodies, touching casually, intimately.

Of course, the topic was sex. Everyone agreed—sex had never been this enjoyable. It wasn't just fun; it was cathartic. After good sex, stress melted away completely.

Sex with your spouse was satisfying, yes—but doing it with another man, another woman, in threesomes or full partner swaps like this? That was on another level. The more they did it, the less they got tired of it. In fact, the craving only grew.

The only downside? Doing this in your own neighborhood felt risky. But meeting in a nearby city—like this—kept things discreet. It preserved secrecy, and more importantly, offered the thrill of new bodies, new cocks, new pussies to explore.

We exchanged contact info with Michael Choi and his wife. They lived about two hours away from us, in a small town. My wife seemed particularly fond of Michael Choi's thick cock. Honestly, when he was inside her earlier, the sounds she made weren't moans—they were borderline screams.

And Emma Choi, Michael Choi's wife? She was someone I liked too. We all seemed to intrigue each other—especially as an Asian couple, something new and exotic to them.

Now, one by one, it was time to leave. We said our goodbyes—still naked, still unashamed.

At the beginning, we'd shaken hands. Now? We exchanged light kisses, warm hugs—and for some, even more intimate gestures, like rubbing each other's cocks and pussies as a farewell.

Swing parties have their pros and cons. With multiple couples, there's the fun of choice—the thrill of picking and choosing. But the reverse is also true: you might end up with couples you don't like. Since we don't get profiles beforehand, in our terms, it's like walking into a minefield—sometimes, you hit a bomb.

Honestly, it might be better if couples exchanged profiles in advance. Or sticking to threesomes isn't bad either.

Back in Korea, I'd never have imagined any of this. But now, in just over a year, everything has changed.

My wife had never seen another man's cock in her life before all this. Now? She's tasted four or five, and if you count the ones she's seen—nude beaches, swing clubs, parties, threesomes—she's laid eyes on over a hundred.

Add it all up, and it's far more than a hundred.

She used to sleep in full pajamas. I was the only one stripping down. But for the past year, she's slept completely naked. When the kids aren't around, we live totally bare—cooking dinner naked, eating naked, moving through the house without a stitch.

Why not? We even go nude to the beach and swim. Now, the idea of another man's cock doesn't scare her.

In fact, lately, she's been saying things like—"That cock was delicious," or "That man was so hot."